front of him. He took a club flyer and gently scraped what was left of the coke into a line. It wasnât much, barely enough to get his wheels spinning properly, but it would have to do for the moment. Chucky didnât bother looking for a straw or rolling up a dollar, he just dragged his nose across the coffee table, snorting up coke, ashes, and whatever else littered the table. When the coke bobsledded through his nasal cavity, Chucky felt the urge to sneeze, but pinched his nostrils closed to hold it in. He needed everything to go straight to the head. Chucky released his nose and waited in anticipation of the medicine-like drip in the back of his throat, but it never came. It wasnât enough coke to do much more than boost his craving.
Frustrated, Chucky ran his hand over his head and began looking over the table to see if maybe there was some powder residue that mightâve gone overlooked. When his eyes caught his reflection in the glass tabletop, it gave him pause. His eyes were wide and webbed with red veins from lack of sleep, and if you looked close enough you could see the faint scabs around his nose from constant abuse. The boyish glow that had once been his calling card was now gone, and his skin was beginning to darken, making him look older. Looking at the monster staring back at him, Chucky couldnât help but to wonder how he couldâve let himself slip so far.
At one time, the streets had great expectations for Chucky. He was a young hustler on the fast track, and a respected lieutenant in one of the most notorious drug crews in the city. He had money, a fly car, and more women than he knew what to do with. In addition to the material things, he had status. Chucky was the right hand to Pharaohâs most trusted captain, Ramses. He was young, sharp, and on his way to being the next big thing in the game, until his ambitions and his demons proved to be his undoing. Ramses had been slow walking Chucky up the food chain, constantly dangling the carrot but never letting him taste it and Chucky got impatient. Though it was Pharaoh and Ramses who were the bosses of their organization, it was Chucky and his soldiers who solidified their positions. The old regime was on their way out, but not moving fast enough for Chucky so he set a plan in motion to speed things along.
Being the manipulative bastard he was, Chucky began gradually spreading the seeds of corruption throughout the soldiers who held the streets, swaying those who were loyal to his cause and making plans to get rid of those who werenât. To stage his coup, he enlisted his partner, Benny, who was another one of Ramsesâs trusted lieutenants and Chuckyâs best friend. Collectively, they ran the neighborhood for Ramses with Chucky being the enforcer and Benny was the money man. With their positions it was easy for Chucky to orchestrate a series of bogus robberies, hitting their drug spots. They would chip away a little at a time until they had enough to make the big play. For as long as they kept their capers random and focused on the smaller drug spots, they would be able to fly under the radar and neither Ramses or Pharaoh would wake up to it until it was too late. Things were going smooth, but two things happened: Benny got sloppy and Chucky got knocked.
One of the dudes Chucky had been selling coke to on the side turned out to be an undercover detective they called Lone Wolf. He had bought enough cocaine from Chucky over the course of a few weeks to hang a lifetime sentence on him, but instead of arresting Chucky, Wolf started extorting him. In exchange for Wolf letting him continue to do business, Chucky had to feed Wolf information. Chucky never told on anyone in his crew, but he did feed Wolf a few low-level cats around town. It wasnât until Wolf tried to get Chucky to set Pharaoh up that Chucky put his foot down. He was a lot of things, but he was no fool. If he pointed the finger at Pharaoh there would be no
Frustrated, Chucky ran his hand over his head and began looking over the table to see if maybe there was some powder residue that mightâve gone overlooked. When his eyes caught his reflection in the glass tabletop, it gave him pause. His eyes were wide and webbed with red veins from lack of sleep, and if you looked close enough you could see the faint scabs around his nose from constant abuse. The boyish glow that had once been his calling card was now gone, and his skin was beginning to darken, making him look older. Looking at the monster staring back at him, Chucky couldnât help but to wonder how he couldâve let himself slip so far.
At one time, the streets had great expectations for Chucky. He was a young hustler on the fast track, and a respected lieutenant in one of the most notorious drug crews in the city. He had money, a fly car, and more women than he knew what to do with. In addition to the material things, he had status. Chucky was the right hand to Pharaohâs most trusted captain, Ramses. He was young, sharp, and on his way to being the next big thing in the game, until his ambitions and his demons proved to be his undoing. Ramses had been slow walking Chucky up the food chain, constantly dangling the carrot but never letting him taste it and Chucky got impatient. Though it was Pharaoh and Ramses who were the bosses of their organization, it was Chucky and his soldiers who solidified their positions. The old regime was on their way out, but not moving fast enough for Chucky so he set a plan in motion to speed things along.
Being the manipulative bastard he was, Chucky began gradually spreading the seeds of corruption throughout the soldiers who held the streets, swaying those who were loyal to his cause and making plans to get rid of those who werenât. To stage his coup, he enlisted his partner, Benny, who was another one of Ramsesâs trusted lieutenants and Chuckyâs best friend. Collectively, they ran the neighborhood for Ramses with Chucky being the enforcer and Benny was the money man. With their positions it was easy for Chucky to orchestrate a series of bogus robberies, hitting their drug spots. They would chip away a little at a time until they had enough to make the big play. For as long as they kept their capers random and focused on the smaller drug spots, they would be able to fly under the radar and neither Ramses or Pharaoh would wake up to it until it was too late. Things were going smooth, but two things happened: Benny got sloppy and Chucky got knocked.
One of the dudes Chucky had been selling coke to on the side turned out to be an undercover detective they called Lone Wolf. He had bought enough cocaine from Chucky over the course of a few weeks to hang a lifetime sentence on him, but instead of arresting Chucky, Wolf started extorting him. In exchange for Wolf letting him continue to do business, Chucky had to feed Wolf information. Chucky never told on anyone in his crew, but he did feed Wolf a few low-level cats around town. It wasnât until Wolf tried to get Chucky to set Pharaoh up that Chucky put his foot down. He was a lot of things, but he was no fool. If he pointed the finger at Pharaoh there would be no
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